It was two nights. I'm not your traditional gal, I'm not typical. I enjoy hospital stays. I like they way they take care of you. I like the food (at ANMC). I like the little leg cuffs that keep your feet from falling asleep. I like that they care. Is there anything you need? Can I get you anything? and it's a no pressure thing. They get paid to care for me and most of them guninely want to. I would also have to say that it helps having a husband, sister, cousin, and lots of friends that are nurses. I know how a nurse wants to be treated. I know not to abuse my patience. ( :o) I know to be patient and kind, to appreciate all of their help. I know the hours are long and they have kids and families at home. I know that they are here, because they love people and seeing the best for them. But my time came today to get out, and let these wonderful people take care of someone else.
So we get out of the hospital and I tell Bill take me to the store. Poor thing. I practically gives him a heart attack walking around. I was just determined to LIVE. I am ALIVE. I'm going to TARGET! I want to start living now. I want to learn french and crochet and hug and kiss my babies and spend time with my sisters. And my goodness I'm going to start by first thing outta the hospital! Love you, love me, love you, love me!
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